Black Sail
Chapter 374: IX. Unfathomable

Chapter 374: IX. Unfathomable

Today was the strangest day of Celeste’s life, with a great battle raging not just outside, but inside as well.

Inside the closet.

It had essentially become... Neodymium Copper Heaven.

Outside the castle.

After lunch.

Liszt was busy somewhere, so the task of seeing off their allies fell on Fen’s shoulders. All available members of Black Sail rushed to the pier to see them off, watching as the ship set sail, knowing they would return in four months.

Qi Li furrowed his brow, having gained the managerial rights to a fishing island and now a member of the A-shares, he was also contemplating how, as an outsider, he could increase his influence.

"Since everything has concluded, I will also start for the fishing island tomorrow."

Wolman’s left hand carried a permanent scar from the naval gun’s aftermath, but he didn’t mind, never caring much for appearances.

"When we’re there, I’ll be relying on you a lot."

Wolman’s large hand rested on Lu Chen’s shoulder, as the overall head of the Black Sail Trading Company in Monges Wetland, he indeed needed close cooperation with the scar-faced woman.

Lu Chen had long grown tired of life in the Southern Wetlands’ parks, with constant provocations from other parks, or Murphys’ army short on cash, coming up with excuses to extort money from them, the land contractors.

Moreover, Lu Chen did not feel at ease having his daughter stay in such a place.

Now that the situation in the East Sea had stabilized, the fishing island would certainly be safe, making it his responsibility to ensure a safe environment for his wife and daughter.

They were no longer college students in their early twenties; according to Earth’s original calendar, they were well into their thirties and had to consider many more issues.

The scar-faced woman decided to let Lu Chen stay in the East Sea; after all, his wife was her foster daughter, an inseverable connection. Helping Liszt was helping himself.

Now, Liszt’s value in cooperation was significant.

The scar-faced woman also planned to gradually become the largest land contractor in Monges Wetland, encompassing all plantation parks.

The pier at Heavenly Port had been completed, the bay shore beautiful and enticing.

A gentle sea breeze blew, summer was approaching, carrying warmth in the air.

Due to the strike from the Netherworld Stele, the Sea God had sustained damage and couldn’t be repaired for a month, not functioning properly. However, the naval gun was still operational. If any outsiders coveted this land, it could still defend the area.

Not to mention, under Liszt’s leadership and with the old team, the castle was teeming with experts. Even smaller nations thinking of launching full-scale wars had to first weigh their own qualifications carefully.

New Heavenly Port had been established.

"Liszt..."

Lu Chen murmured these three words. Perhaps in some other corners of the world, there were also former classmates hidden, maybe also affiliated with some powerful forces, of significant influence. But as famous as Liszt, he was surely the only one.

What exactly had changed him?

He had transformed from a trifling student to the formidable East Sea King.

Lu Chen still remembered his early days in California, where, generally, exchange or international students kept to their own circles, their social interactions limited to these circles, and while they could get along with locals, relationships were never too deep.

Except for Liszt. He was adaptable, got along with everyone, and when dining with his own people, he also boasted extravagantly of "Glory for the Country," making him quite effective.

Now, he was truly effective, no longer about "Glory for the Country," but perhaps bringing glory to the Solar System.

"Speaking of which, I heard you and Liszt were schoolmates?"

Asked Wolman, incredulously, as the scar-faced woman had informed him. You could believe Liszt was intelligent, but that he attended school? That seemed like a fantasy, as, although literate, he was mostly conversational, struggling with any complex words, becoming confused.

"Indeed, that’s true."

Lu Chen always kept his extraterrestrial origin very hidden.

"That’s mind-blowing, brother, abstract Captain, no... now it’s Boss. He never talks about his past, and indeed you share similar appearances, coming from the same place. What did he do before becoming a pirate?"

Wolman lit a cigar, pondering. Liszt was a mysterious and complex person, his experience and demeanor juxtaposed against his literacy level, profoundly bizarre.

"I’m not too sure myself, just that we were at the same school back then and then lost contact."

Lu Chen responded.

"Is that so..."

Wolman felt somewhat disappointed; he thought he could dig up some exclusive secrets. On the ship, the most mysterious people were the disfigured face and that abstract comparison.

As for Mr. Archer, he couldn’t be called mysterious, just purely a madman, a completely chaotic person. You would think he has a cerebral thrombosis, but he believes that represents a big-picture view.

"Are you heading back to Dead Man Bay?"

Wolman looked at Ox, who was walking with a slight limp, wondering if he could ever recover.

Wolman planned to go to the fishing island, completely break the three-year corvée system, send people to bring all the Sub-dragon people serving in Monges Wetland or the resistance forces to the island, in preparation for a future counterattack.

"Um, I have already asked someone to contact a Great Mage in the Mirror Sea; they said there is a way to improve the water quality of a small area. I don’t know if it will work."

Ox responded so.

Wolman, outwardly unflinching, pondered whether it might be a mermaid, a famous specialty of the Mirror Sea, each one a national beauty.

"Everyone’s busy, it’s good to be busy."

Wolman echoed classically.

He completely confounded Lu Chen, who had already imagined an old lady watching a black-and-white snowy television alone on New Year’s Eve.

"If only the others were as diligent as you."

Fen was somewhat displeased because, apart from a few individuals, the rest of the core members had entered a state of decay, having nothing to do all day.

Moreover...

Contrary to Fen’s expectations, Shadi was far more dangerous than imagined.

That woman named Chiyoda, a Qi Sect Master, although her lineage differed from Shadi’s, also had similarities.

Fen didn’t know much about what was called Qigong, but according to that woman Chiyoda, Shadi had blood stasis in his body, his meridians and acupoints had sustained severe injuries, but with Chiyoda’s help, he was also slowly recovering.

Now Black Sail had taken control of all shipping, large and small, at Heavenly Port, transporting food, livestock, and necessities to the island. They were also in charge of all mail correspondence.

Last week, Shadi sent a letter with a postage address—it was an active location for the Dark Elf organization, the Recovery Association.

Dark Elf ancestral land, Summer Sunset Island, said to be an island, but actually quite large in size, internally it was not monolithic, there were also political parties opposing and wanting to overthrow the Empress.

Shadi had just arrived not long ago, and so had Fen. This Dark Elf had a fiery temper, but had become more restrained in recent years, probably having had some enlightenment.

Also...

Haywood, after his battle with Doringger, was seldom seen; truly bizarre.

Fen always believed that that small piece of Destruction Material couldn’t possibly offer such a horrendous enhancement.

Fen had also heard of the rumor of a catastrophe that comes every nine hundred years.

Anyway, apart from these people and Claude, the others had already become good-for-nothings.

"Do what you need to, I’m going to check on the progress of the jungle clearing."

Fen said so.

The undeveloped areas of Heavenly Port made up over ninety percent of the total area, still primeval forests. Besides plants and some small insects, there were no beasts on this isolated island.

Rebuilding the island needed a lot of timber, which also helped to cultivate new areas. A month’s progress had yet to complete even the foundation of the outer city buildings; they would have to work till the end of the year, that is, until 2691.

Fen rushed over to supervise the work, thinking that the current scale of Heavenly Port was far from sufficient, having no capacity for explosive growth of forces. It was necessary to mold Black Sail into a comprehensive politico-economic-military entity.

Attract a large number of talents to come here, not just fugitives who have committed crimes, but respectable people must also be accepted.

"Keep an eye on Liszt, don’t let him do something outrageous."

Fen so instructed Swan.

With funding from Garscek, everything was advancing much more smoothly.

Fen was preparing to take Mo’er to inspect the construction of the Sea God’s Shipyard Island.

It seemed he saw Swan’s restlessness; being plagued by past events, he wouldn’t otherwise take such a risk to steal something so important, all for the sake of revenge.

"Liszt may go to the mainland in a month or two, don’t worry, Diaz will definitely be caught."